“What is next?”
“It cannot get any worse”
Phrases that we are all too familiar with
2020 has taken from us
Stretched us to the limit
Yet still we rise
Yet still we count our blessings
A clarion call to put one foot in front of the other
Wading through the losses and the victories of this time
It is so easy to give up
To surrender to the tears of grief, the pain of heartbreak and the strife of loss
But still we rise
For living, for being, existing is victory in itself
Choosing to progress forward
Not surrendering to the heartbreak that comes with so much loss and devastation.
After the darkness soon comes light
After the night of tears come the joys of the morning
No one said it would be easy
Wishing away this time, uncertain of what’s next is a false comfort
But learning, seeking, and creating peace in the storm is my aim
So that when the losses come and storms rage
When the yoke is heavy
I will not be buried, I will not be consumed,
Nor will I bend or break.
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©A Tama
